The machine played the word "manque." Skillful. But since the match is rigged so that I remain the undisputed champion, it wasn't played on a "double word" or "triple letter" or anything that would rack up the points. In other words, impressive but, you know, not.
Still, I had no idea what it meant. So I looked it up.
That's a sign, right? I mean, a really, really, clear sign that I'm letting my life go down the digital toilet one click at a time. But here's what the Scrabble programmers or God (easy to confuse) don't know:
I like sitting on the couch and being mistaken for a pile of laundry! I'm. Good. At. It.
Or maybe they're right.
This incident paired with the thoughts-become-bad-things experience I had on Monday, I'm beginning to realize that I'm definitely in synch with the universe...but being aligned is not particularly comfortable, is it?